It's the first game of the playoffs, and the coach gives you the nod for the start. Your stomach rumbles with excitement, but you're also nervous as f$%k! After a quick stretch, you head to the net for warm-up. You see the other teams backup standing at the red line, eyeing you down for any holes in your game. Just then some schmelts comes down and sails a clapper right off your melon. You're rattled, but instead of falling to the ice like a sac of shit, you maintain composure, and chalk it up as another hockey scar...

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